I reach for sunlight,
sunlight tearing destruction from my sight,
granting reprise
I had tried to leave the battlefields behind me,
broken legs and cartoon titans flickering hatred
and the dull drone of machinery as it collapsed behind me
weary, twisted metal
the thoughts were in code,
The monitors gleam
the metal grinds through burnt meadows,
elsewhere eyes gape wide,
explosions in the distance surrender to apathy,
the cities, tired of their curling metal, huddle angrily, no,
fearfully,
and they attempt defense, but success surrenders too,
icons have been twisted,
the lawless roam and we grow tired of hunting them,
the enemies fire; we've always been tired of their image
but now I stand,
now the fields lie before me, strewn with the defeated,
the fields lie filled with hollowed footsteps,
muddied uniforms are crushed;
miles away, I still hear their trampling,
the crush of metal against tired pavements
days still pass,
I lie huddled by a fire,
my clothes are soaked; rain is just as unforgiving
as sustenance is harsh; I nibble at woods' meager offerings;
and sleep overtakes the weary, no matter how cautious
so it slips by me when morning comes,
their approach goes unnoticed
I wake up to her closest footstep,
her crushing pounce onto my legs
and my shoulders tear upwards: I stare, stunned,
I stare, wide-eyed, gaping mouth
at glinting glass firing sunlight into my eye,
at fire tearing through the air before me;
her white face greets me, black eyes glare, unforgiving;
her whiskers only taunt me. |
